Deadly, mysterious, breathtaking
She captures the glaze of people around her
She has a presents that demands attention
The moon light gives her a extra glow
She flirts with danger, and teases darkness
She rules the night, the dark is her domain
As much as I shouldn't obsessed over her
But it's too late for me, for you see...
I'm already her slave
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Author:
Drew Lewis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2026 10:33
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
Wow obsession to the point of slavery. Quite the poem
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